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He was fortunate, for more than one reason. Just still being alive here proved it to him. Being promoted a moon ago solidified that, and earning Dottymask's approval only fortified it. Standing here at his sister's grave, it brought everything together. He was gifted with a long coat, his sister was not. She got caught outside in one of the first blizzards and froze to death. Ironic. Her name meant ice, and she died from the cold. He brushed the snow off her grave and just stood over it. He wouldn't have made it here without her encouragement, no matter how bad it made him feel at the time. She was as instrumental as Howlingnight in who he became.
Post by Flurryofstars on Jan 27, 2021 1:58:57 GMT -5
A soft crunching of snow under paw could almost go unnoticed amongst the wind's whistling, but the warrior didn't try to cover his approach. This wasn't the first time he'd visited Emris's resting place, but it was the first time someone else was there. Kvalun- or Agonywail stood over his sister's grave and in that moment, Snowflurry wondered if he should give him privacy to mourn. Regardless, he continued walking until he was beside the tom, leaving a good tail-length between them. When they were younger, he would have considered him a friend, but now the knight was practically a stranger and being here now, made Snowflurry recall the frustration he felt about him.
"I wonder how she feels... When she watches us. Do you think she's happy?" he wondered, eyes unblinking fixated on the grave.
It had been a long time since he really talked to Snowflurry, but the memories still came rushing back to him. He stopped his sister from fighting him, and maybe doing more damage than would be appreciated by the Witch. Snowflurry even learned a little bit of his tongue, his ancestor's tongue. Well, his old ancestor's tongue. Since kithood he had done his best to sweep his origins under the rug. The only pieces that remained of his foriegn origin were his fur and eye, which he had no control over, and his accent. Despite working at it, his voice still carried a thick Arabic-like accent, making his vowels deeper and rolling his r's. "I hope she is happy... she didn't deserve the way she died. No one does."
Post by Flurryofstars on Feb 2, 2021 1:49:56 GMT -5
Biting his tongue to keep quiet, Snowflurry realized just how much he had changed. Maybe it was the added drama of his love-life--understatement of the century--but lately his comraderie felt a bit lacking. Closing his eyes, he forced himself to recall the simpler times of when he was a kit, living a quiet life of naive optimism. Blue eyes, dark with the threat of tears, opened as he drew his gaze to Agonywail. He didn't want to push him away. Not when he knew they were both struggling. Or thought they might be. He swallowed, nodding at the tom's answer no matter how delayed the action was. "...What about you? Are you happy?"
"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" He, an outsider, became a Knight in Wintrystar's Clan. A Clan that valued blood purity above all else, a Clan that arranged marriages for its members to keep its bloodlines pure, and to purify the worst among them. He shouldn't be where he stood, but here he was. He had to be happy for that, right? He had to happy the he reached a place that many thought he shouldn't be, even if it put a target on his back. Well, more of a target than before. He turned to face the other time with no sadness in his gaze, but yet nothing distinctively happy. "I have more than I could have asked for."
